I love to gaze when it starts to fall , A white blanket really mesmerizing . Bringing joy to every deceased soul , A blessing that steals every soul . Walking in the streets full of snow , Pays me everything i ever dreamt of . The snowy memories made inside , Heals all the sorrows in a glimpse. Its all what a departed soul needs , Just to wake and sung life again . What more could a tear ask for , While standing in the beloved's way. Every year i hold my breath for this fall, What it taught me is something eternal. Never will i forget this snowy memory , A soul just needs to dwell like this forever. _11mark